Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.